Chapter Four
This next chapter is bringing in another character. Her name is Lady Mauvais (mo-vay, rhythming with no way). She, well… you'll see. Mal (mall) is back in this chapter.
" My lady, all has been carried out. The girls will be taken to the new training facility in Anknah by 5 P.M. tomorrow," Mal told an elderly woman in unmatched browns and oranges.
" Why do you lie to me, Mal?" asked the woman of her soldier.
"Lie? My lady, I am not lying," he replied. He appeared confused at her intimation.
"Do you not remember that you work for me? Do you not realize the punishments I could enforce upon you if I find out otherwise? Right now, I will not take the time to try you, I'll just kill you. We are at war with those blasted Gundam pilots and their oversized weapons. I refuse to deal with a traitor. Rethink what you are doing, Mal, for it could mean your life," the woman said as she ran out of breath. Mal bowed to her with respect to her age, but not to her; she knew this.
As Mal left the room, the exasperated woman lifted her hands to beckon someone from the back of the room.
"William, come here to my feet," she whispered.
"Yes Lady Mauvais?" came a meek and Igor- like voice. He had a mysterious aura about him.
"Follow him," she pointed towards the dorr Mal had exited. "And don't come back until you can prove it!"
William hobbled to the gigantic sherry-wood door and he wobbled his way out. Lady Mauvais put her head in her hands.
Follow him, eh? Do you not trust your most trusted advisor?" a dark, raspy voice emitted from behind the window curtains, which were behind her.
"Who's tere?" Lady Mauvais demanded somewhat frightened. She turned circles, unsure of who or what she was lookig for.
A gloved hand covered her mouth, keeping the frightened wretch of a woman from screaming for the traitorous William.
"So you don't trust me?" the voice came again. Slowly he released his grasp of her mouth.
The hand Mal still had on her neck slowly made her turn around.
"You were once a beautiful wife to a wonderful man, but you gave him and your daughters up for me. No sooner had I been with you that you left me for Mauvais and you don't trust me?!" Mal's grip on her neck tightened once again.
"Mal,- you're-choking-me-," Lady Mauvais managed.
"I know," Mal smiled as he snapped her neck. Leaving her limp body on the floor of the over- decorated room.
"I know," he whispered to himself as he kissed the cold lips of Lady Mauvais. "But, somehow, I don't give a shit anymore."
This next chapter is bringing in another character. Her name is Lady Mauvais (mo-vay, rhythming with no way). She, well… you'll see. Mal (mall) is back in this chapter.
" My lady, all has been carried out. The girls will be taken to the new training facility in Anknah by 5 P.M. tomorrow," Mal told an elderly woman in unmatched browns and oranges.
" Why do you lie to me, Mal?" asked the woman of her soldier.
"Lie? My lady, I am not lying," he replied. He appeared confused at her intimation.
"Do you not remember that you work for me? Do you not realize the punishments I could enforce upon you if I find out otherwise? Right now, I will not take the time to try you, I'll just kill you. We are at war with those blasted Gundam pilots and their oversized weapons. I refuse to deal with a traitor. Rethink what you are doing, Mal, for it could mean your life," the woman said as she ran out of breath. Mal bowed to her with respect to her age, but not to her; she knew this.
As Mal left the room, the exasperated woman lifted her hands to beckon someone from the back of the room.
"William, come here to my feet," she whispered.
"Yes Lady Mauvais?" came a meek and Igor- like voice. He had a mysterious aura about him.
"Follow him," she pointed towards the dorr Mal had exited. "And don't come back until you can prove it!"
William hobbled to the gigantic sherry-wood door and he wobbled his way out. Lady Mauvais put her head in her hands.
Follow him, eh? Do you not trust your most trusted advisor?" a dark, raspy voice emitted from behind the window curtains, which were behind her.
"Who's tere?" Lady Mauvais demanded somewhat frightened. She turned circles, unsure of who or what she was lookig for.
A gloved hand covered her mouth, keeping the frightened wretch of a woman from screaming for the traitorous William.
"So you don't trust me?" the voice came again. Slowly he released his grasp of her mouth.
The hand Mal still had on her neck slowly made her turn around.
"You were once a beautiful wife to a wonderful man, but you gave him and your daughters up for me. No sooner had I been with you that you left me for Mauvais and you don't trust me?!" Mal's grip on her neck tightened once again.
"Mal,- you're-choking-me-," Lady Mauvais managed.
"I know," Mal smiled as he snapped her neck. Leaving her limp body on the floor of the over- decorated room.
"I know," he whispered to himself as he kissed the cold lips of Lady Mauvais. "But, somehow, I don't give a shit anymore."